(COMPLETED) Death has coveted Eleanor Potter since that fretful night in 1981 when she somehow, someway managed to escape its grasps. Eleanor can feel Death's gaze upon her, stalking her, inviting her to an early grave. She cannot hide from death forever, and she knows it. Fred Weasley is life. He is a breath of fresh air on a spring day, the feeling of a warm hearth on a cold night, of hand-knit, made with love oversize sweaters. He is cinnamon, sparks, and fireworks - explosive, sometimes startling, but full of emotion. Emotion that Eleanor Potter craved more than anything in the world. You see, the problem with entities of death is that they can be quite greedy. As Eleanor already knows, death desires more than just what it's owed. Eleanor Potter will do whatever it takes to keep those she loves safe, especially the lives of her best friends. Especially one best friend in particular, of whom she's head over heels in love with, whether she wants to admit it to him or not. There's only one problem: Eleanor Potter did something bad. Very bad. It had cost her everything but was it worth it? And would she ever be forgiven? Essentially this fic will follow Fred + George's year through their final years at Hogwarts* #1 in siriusblack 7/22/2025 #1 in angelinajohnson 1/26/2022 #1 in fredweasleyxoc 8/23/2022 #1 in fredweasley 3/5/2023 #1 in graham 12/27/22 #3 in aliciaspinnet 11/11/21 #4 in weasleyfamily 11/11/21

who doesn't love a good ol' slow burn & pining fan fic? . After your 6th year at Hogwarts, the Weasley family invites you to spend the summer at their house. A long-harbored crush on your best friend Ron proves to make your summer at The Burrow very interesting... . p.s: in no way does this fic follow the storyline of the actual books. it's just something light hearted so the events that happen during the Half Blood Prince (such as the burning of the Burrow) don't occur in this story.

Hermione felt the pounding in her ears again. She would see him for the first time since the Great Hall, gaunt and stricken at the Slytherin table with his mother clutching his arm. She hadn't meant to look for him. Not in the corridors, not beneath the white sheets of the fallen, not on the way to the Chamber of Secrets with Ron, but she was a stupid girl.